Disappear

Tony had never been one for pleasantries, especially when it came to handling someone like Nicole. He stood in the doorway of her upscale apartment, arms crossed, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. Nicole, dressed in an expensive silk robe, eyed him warily. She hadn't expected a visit from Remo's right-hand man, and certainly not on Christmas Eve.

"Tony," she said, her voice wavering slightly, though she tried to mask it with a forced smile. "What a surprise. I wasn't expecting company."

Tony didn't bother with small talk. His expression was hard, his dark eyes sharp as they took in her casual demeanor. "We need to talk, Nicole."

She stepped back, motioning for him to come inside, but Tony shook his head. He had no interest in lingering here longer than necessary.

"No need," he said, his voice firm. "I'm here on behalf of Remo."